Offering to the Witching SilenceI stood before the window,
Piece by piece I removed my clothing, with the tall cold pane rising against me
And my warmth began gently seeping into the glass—
I closed my eyes, and let my breath slowly out onto that unrelenting surface—
And the spaces started to change—the dim, forsaken rooms at my back voided and arose into fog, and the barest detectable blue shades from the view at my face swallowed me in, just a bit more
Out there, just out of where my barely open eyelids would allow me to see, the gnarled roots beneath the woodland began to give way to clicking, scratching, twisting claws
There was a voiceless screaming rush, the window sill ripped up and the frame jerked away, I could feel their biting untangling hands, encircling my shoulders and my ribs
My neck threw back, I took another inhale and my throat usurped a different sound….